His head felt fuzzy and in a haze. Ever since they had returned home and he had slept, his head had felt to full, the insides pressing against bone. He should have probably sought out a healer for it, but he was to stubborn. Old habits died hard, it seemed, and besides - he was still sorting through the cause. He knew it, even if no one else believed, and the best way to take care of a headache? Distraction.

And petting a lovely undead horse.

That was the plan anyways as he came into the stables, some carrots and apples in a sack for the living creatures. One of which he pulls out to hold out to Hermoine as he approached her.

"Needed some time away from the masses too, huh?"